Head up, Shoulders Back, Carry On. RAMBLING AUTOBIOGRAPHY. In the thick darkness of the hallway, we stumbled around, pawing at the wall to help guide us towards the kitchen. Every noise we made sounded deafeningly loud to our ears. Me and my best friend have the wildest sleepovers. Most nights we`d be lucky if we got 5 hours of sleep and some nights we didn't sleep at all. Me and Treasure have been best friends since we were 2, and neighbors since we were 4. We saw each other everyday after school and every weekend we`d stay up all night and watch movies like Scream and Quarantine.(not done)
CAMERA PIECE. “Great” Rumor sighed, rolling her eyes as she felt her phone vibrate in the back pocket of her jeans.It was hot and all Rumor wanted to do was get in the cool of the Social Sciences building. She'd had a long night and she really needed to apologize to her roommate, Savannah for ruining her dress. However her phone service was terrible and wouldn't work in any of the buildings around the gazebo. Sighing again, Rumor pawed her phone out of her pocket and glanced down at her phone to see if the caller was worth another five minutes in the Georgia heat.”Oh no.” She whispered a the blood drained from her face and her heart dropped into her scuffed Toms. It was her mother.
-Inspired by this poor girl I saw who kept saying "sorry mom" in the phone- SIX ROOM POEM
the air sighs discontentedly
it smells fresh and clean
and whistles a bittersweet song
a bird greets me excitedly
it tells me the latest news
and takes off to greet another
the sun winks jovially
it leaves warm kisses on my face
and twinkles through the leaves
a tree stoops uncomfortably
it groans from dull aches
and complains about the world
ROUGH DRAFT Always striving to do better. Driven.
In the beginning before the game we feel confident. We knew we'd worked hard to get to the semi.Our team huddled up and I give them a pep talk, pyscicng everyone up for what's sure to be the hardest game we've played all season.The buzzer goes off and its time to begin. We start strong but our opponents are the best in their region, and we're second in ours. Everytime I go up for a layup the ball is pushed back down into my face, by halftime were down by 14.Everyone is frustrated. Our coach bellows at us leaving our ears ringing. He knows we can all do better. The buzzer pierces the air and we all pull ourselves off the floor.Before I walk on the court my coach puts a hand on my shoulder and spins me around. “Coach-” He cuts me off. “don't let those girls bully you, Sule.” I nod and make my way to my position on the floor.The next quarter I`ve scored 12 point and we're leading by 6. Now that I`m off the court the background noises of the gym start to filter in. The crowds excited chatter all blends into one continues buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating.Coach draws up some plays until the buzzer goes off again.The final quarter of the state championship game began, and we were winning. The team played well, but soon we were behind again.I push forward anyway. With 30 seconds left. We are down by one point and I am pulled off the court.We were desperate. My heart is in my throat and I want to scream but you can't.I'm almost trapped in my own body as you watched my team.Every time we scored they scored. I could see my teammates give up one by one.Soon I've given up too.Only 7 seconds left. The entire team floats around on the court like half deflated balloons.What if`swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other.When the game is finally over the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away.I numbly shake the other teams hand and tonelessly utter “good game”
ROUGH DRAFT 2
The crowds excited chatter all blends into one continuous buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating.I close my eyes, take a deep breath , and try to calm my nerves. My team is crowded closely around me as we wait for the buzzer to go off, and signal the beginning of the game. Everyone is silent. I can feel the waves of anticipation and fear coming off of my teammates.”10 seconds left ladies” I announced.We all put our hands in the middle of the circle.Someone`s hands are trembling.“Team on three,1.2.3” “Team!!” We all shouted. The buzzer went off and the final quarter of basketball semi finals began, and we were up by 12 points.
We were a strong team and we played well together, but we were second in our division, and the team we were playing was first in thiers. I took another deep breath and jogged to my defensive spot. Someone threw the ball in bounds, and I went into autopilot. My teammates pushed themselves harder than I`ve ever seen. Many of us had pulled muscles in the second quarter, but our team was small and we couldn't step out and rest.It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe.Every intake of breath burned in my lungs and my vision was blurring, but I kept going. Slowly our opponents gained on us, until we were tied.I wanted to stay in the game, but I knew I wasn't helping my team by staying on the court in the state I was in. There was only 40 seconds left, but when you're playing basketball every ten seconds feels like a hour.Our coach called a timeout and my teammates jogged off the court. Despair was etched in our features. “You've been neck and neck with this team all game.If you can hold them for 40 more seconds you can win.” The buzzer went off and I watched them stumble on the court from the bench.
Almost immediately the other team made a freethrow putting them in the lead by one. My heart was in my throat and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I was almost trapped in my own body as I watched my team.Every time we scored they scored. I saw my teammates give up one by one.Soon I gave up too.Only 7 seconds left. The entire team floated around on the court like half deflated balloons.What if`swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other.What if I had made my freethrow, what if I had stayed in the game.When the game is finally over, and the final buzzer sounds the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away.I numbly shake the other teams hand and tonelessly utter “good game”
ROUGH DRAFT 3 The crowds excited chatter all blends into one continuous buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating.I close my eyes, take a deep breath , and try to calm my nerves. My team is crowded closely around me as we wait for the buzzer to go off, and signal the beginning of the fourth quarter . Everyone is silent. I can feel the waves of anticipation and fear coming off of my teammates.”10 seconds left ladies” I announced.We all put our hands in the middle of the circle.Someone`s hands are trembling.“Team on three,1.2.3” “Team!!” We all shouted. The buzzer went off and the final quarter of basketball semi finals began, and we were up by 12 points.
We were a strong team and we played well together, but we were second in our division, and the team we were playing was first in thiers. I took another deep breath and jogged to my defensive spot. Someone threw the ball in bounds, and I went into autopilot. My teammates pushed themselves harder than I`ve ever seen. Many of us had pulled muscles in the second quarter, but our team was small and we couldn't step out and rest.It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe.Every intake of breath burned in my lungs and my vision was blurring, but I kept going. Slowly our opponents gained on us, until we were tied.I wanted to stay in the game, but I knew I wasn't helping my team by staying on the court in the state I was in. There was only 40 seconds left, but when you're playing basketball every ten seconds feels like a hour.Our coach called a timeout and my teammates jogged off the court. Despair was etched in our features. “You've been neck and neck with this team all game.If you can hold them for 40 more seconds you can win.” The buzzer went off and I watched them stumble on the court from the bench.
Almost immediately the other team made a freethrow putting them in the lead by one. My heart was in my throat and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I was almost trapped in my own body as I watched my team.I felt so helpless.Every time we scored they scored. I saw my teammates give up one by one.Soon I gave up too.Only 7 seconds left. The entire team floated around on the court like half deflated balloons.What if`swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other.What if I had made my freethrow, what if I had stayed in the game.When the game is finally over, and the final buzzer sounds the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away.I numbly shake the other teams hand and tonelessly utter “good game”
When I went home that night the feeling of helplessness turned into one of frustration and irritation. I blamed my teammates,my coach, and the referees. I thought “maybe if coach had run another play, or if the referee had’nt called that foul, we would have won”, but I can't control what my teammates or the referee does.All I can do is take this experience and grow from it.The next time we had practice I asked my coach what I could work on to become a better basketball player.I started doing ball handling drills in the basement, and I worked out every weekend.When my teammates saw me getting better they wanted to get better too. As a whole team we got faster and stronger, our coached was amazed at the change.When the season was finally over every person on the team had improved greatly.Next year we knew we were going to beat that team.
FINAL CUT
The crowd’s excited chatter all blends into one continuous buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to calm my nerves. My team is crowded closely around me as we wait for the buzzer to go off, and signal the beginning of the fourth quarter. Everyone is silent. I can feel the waves of anticipation and fear coming off of my teammates.”10 seconds left ladies” I announced. We all put our hands in the middle of the circle. Someone’s hands are trembling. “Team on three, 1.2.3” “Team!” We all shouted. The buzzer went off as the final quarter of basketball semifinals began, and we were up by 12 points. We were a strong team and we played well together, but we were second in our division, and the team we were playing was first in theirs. I took another deep breath and jogged to my defensive spot. Someone threw the ball in bounds, and I went into autopilot. My teammates pushed themselves harder than I have ever seen. Many of us had pulled muscles in the second quarter, but our team was small and we could not step out and rest. It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe. Every intake of breath burned in my lungs and my vision was blurring, but I kept going. Slowly our opponents gained on us, until we were tied. I wanted to stay in the game, but I knew I wasn't helping my team by staying on the court in the state I was in. There was only 40 seconds left, but when you're playing basketball every ten seconds feels like a hour. Our coach called a timeout and my teammates jogged off the court. Despair was etched in our features. “You've been neck and neck with this team all game. If you can hold them for 40 more seconds you can win.” The buzzer went off and I watched them stumble on the court from the bench. Almost immediately the other team made a freethrow putting them in the lead by one. My heart was in my throat and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. trapped in my own body,I watched my team feeling helpless. Every time we scored they scored. I saw my teammates give up one by one. Soon I gave up too. There was only 7 seconds left. The entire team floated around on the court like half deflated balloons. What if ‘swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other. What if I had made my freethrow, what if I had stayed in the game? When the game is finally over, and the final buzzer sounds the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away. Each member of the team numbly shook the other teams hands and tonelessly uttered “good game”
When I went home that night the feeling of helplessness turned into one of frustration and irritation. I blamed my teammates,my coach, and the referees. I thought “Maybe if coach had run another play, or if the referee had’nt called that foul, we would have won,” However I can't control what my teammates or the referee does.All I can do is take this experience and grow from it.The next time we had practice I asked my coach what I could work on to become a better basketball player.I started doing ball handling drills in the basement, and I worked out every weekend.When my teammates saw me getting better they wanted to get better too. As a whole team we got faster and stronger, our coached was amazed at the change.When the season was finally over every person on the team had improved greatly.Next year we knew we were going to beat that team.
RAMBLING AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
In the thick darkness of the hallway, we stumbled around, pawing at the wall to help guide us towards the kitchen. Every noise we made sounded deafeningly loud to our ears. Me and my best friend have the wildest sleepovers. Most nights we`d be lucky if we got 5 hours of sleep and some nights we didn't sleep at all. Me and Treasure have been best friends since we were 2, and neighbors since we were 4. We saw each other everyday after school and every weekend we`d stay up all night and watch movies like Scream and Quarantine.(not done)
CAMERA PIECE.
“Great” Rumor sighed, rolling her eyes as she felt her phone vibrate in the back pocket of her jeans.It was hot and all Rumor wanted to do was get in the cool of the Social Sciences building. She'd had a long night and she really needed to apologize to her roommate, Savannah for ruining her dress. However her phone service was terrible and wouldn't work in any of the buildings around the gazebo. Sighing again, Rumor pawed her phone out of her pocket and glanced down at her phone to see if the caller was worth another five minutes in the Georgia heat.”Oh no.” She whispered a the blood drained from her face and her heart dropped into her scuffed Toms. It was her mother.
-Inspired by this poor girl I saw who kept saying "sorry mom" in the phone-
SIX ROOM POEM
the air sighs discontentedly
it smells fresh and clean
and whistles a bittersweet song
a bird greets me excitedly
it tells me the latest news
and takes off to greet another
the sun winks jovially
it leaves warm kisses on my face
and twinkles through the leaves
a tree stoops uncomfortably
it groans from dull aches
and complains about the world
ROUGH DRAFT
Always striving to do better. Driven.
In the beginning before the game we feel confident. We knew we'd worked hard to get to the semi.Our team huddled up and I give them a pep talk, pyscicng everyone up for what's sure to be the hardest game we've played all season.The buzzer goes off and its time to begin. We start strong but our opponents are the best in their region, and we're second in ours. Everytime I go up for a layup the ball is pushed back down into my face, by halftime were down by 14.Everyone is frustrated. Our coach bellows at us leaving our ears ringing. He knows we can all do better. The buzzer pierces the air and we all pull ourselves off the floor.Before I walk on the court my coach puts a hand on my shoulder and spins me around. “Coach-” He cuts me off. “don't let those girls bully you, Sule.” I nod and make my way to my position on the floor.The next quarter I`ve scored 12 point and we're leading by 6. Now that I`m off the court the background noises of the gym start to filter in. The crowds excited chatter all blends into one continues buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating.Coach draws up some plays until the buzzer goes off again.The final quarter of the state championship game began, and we were winning. The team played well, but soon we were behind again.I push forward anyway. With 30 seconds left. We are down by one point and I am pulled off the court.We were desperate. My heart is in my throat and I want to scream but you can't.I'm almost trapped in my own body as you watched my team.Every time we scored they scored. I could see my teammates give up one by one.Soon I've given up too.Only 7 seconds left. The entire team floats around on the court like half deflated balloons.What if`swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other.When the game is finally over the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away.I numbly shake the other teams hand and tonelessly utter “good game”
ROUGH DRAFT 2
The crowds excited chatter all blends into one continuous buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating.I close my eyes, take a deep breath , and try to calm my nerves. My team is crowded closely around me as we wait for the buzzer to go off, and signal the beginning of the game. Everyone is silent. I can feel the waves of anticipation and fear coming off of my teammates.”10 seconds left ladies” I announced.We all put our hands in the middle of the circle.Someone`s hands are trembling.“Team on three,1.2.3” “Team!!” We all shouted. The buzzer went off and the final quarter of basketball semi finals began, and we were up by 12 points.
We were a strong team and we played well together, but we were second in our division, and the team we were playing was first in thiers. I took another deep breath and jogged to my defensive spot. Someone threw the ball in bounds, and I went into autopilot. My teammates pushed themselves harder than I`ve ever seen. Many of us had pulled muscles in the second quarter, but our team was small and we couldn't step out and rest.It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe.Every intake of breath burned in my lungs and my vision was blurring, but I kept going. Slowly our opponents gained on us, until we were tied.I wanted to stay in the game, but I knew I wasn't helping my team by staying on the court in the state I was in. There was only 40 seconds left, but when you're playing basketball every ten seconds feels like a hour.Our coach called a timeout and my teammates jogged off the court. Despair was etched in our features. “You've been neck and neck with this team all game.If you can hold them for 40 more seconds you can win.” The buzzer went off and I watched them stumble on the court from the bench.
Almost immediately the other team made a freethrow putting them in the lead by one. My heart was in my throat and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I was almost trapped in my own body as I watched my team.Every time we scored they scored. I saw my teammates give up one by one.Soon I gave up too.Only 7 seconds left. The entire team floated around on the court like half deflated balloons.What if`swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other.What if I had made my freethrow, what if I had stayed in the game.When the game is finally over, and the final buzzer sounds the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away.I numbly shake the other teams hand and tonelessly utter “good game”
ROUGH DRAFT 3
The crowds excited chatter all blends into one continuous buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating.I close my eyes, take a deep breath , and try to calm my nerves. My team is crowded closely around me as we wait for the buzzer to go off, and signal the beginning of the fourth quarter . Everyone is silent. I can feel the waves of anticipation and fear coming off of my teammates.”10 seconds left ladies” I announced.We all put our hands in the middle of the circle.Someone`s hands are trembling.“Team on three,1.2.3” “Team!!” We all shouted. The buzzer went off and the final quarter of basketball semi finals began, and we were up by 12 points.
We were a strong team and we played well together, but we were second in our division, and the team we were playing was first in thiers. I took another deep breath and jogged to my defensive spot. Someone threw the ball in bounds, and I went into autopilot. My teammates pushed themselves harder than I`ve ever seen. Many of us had pulled muscles in the second quarter, but our team was small and we couldn't step out and rest.It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe.Every intake of breath burned in my lungs and my vision was blurring, but I kept going. Slowly our opponents gained on us, until we were tied.I wanted to stay in the game, but I knew I wasn't helping my team by staying on the court in the state I was in. There was only 40 seconds left, but when you're playing basketball every ten seconds feels like a hour.Our coach called a timeout and my teammates jogged off the court. Despair was etched in our features. “You've been neck and neck with this team all game.If you can hold them for 40 more seconds you can win.” The buzzer went off and I watched them stumble on the court from the bench.
Almost immediately the other team made a freethrow putting them in the lead by one. My heart was in my throat and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I was almost trapped in my own body as I watched my team.I felt so helpless.Every time we scored they scored. I saw my teammates give up one by one.Soon I gave up too.Only 7 seconds left. The entire team floated around on the court like half deflated balloons.What if`swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other.What if I had made my freethrow, what if I had stayed in the game.When the game is finally over, and the final buzzer sounds the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away.I numbly shake the other teams hand and tonelessly utter “good game”
When I went home that night the feeling of helplessness turned into one of frustration and irritation. I blamed my teammates,my coach, and the referees. I thought “maybe if coach had run another play, or if the referee had’nt called that foul, we would have won”, but I can't control what my teammates or the referee does.All I can do is take this experience and grow from it.The next time we had practice I asked my coach what I could work on to become a better basketball player.I started doing ball handling drills in the basement, and I worked out every weekend.When my teammates saw me getting better they wanted to get better too. As a whole team we got faster and stronger, our coached was amazed at the change.When the season was finally over every person on the team had improved greatly.Next year we knew we were going to beat that team.
FINAL CUT
The crowd’s excited chatter all blends into one continuous buzz and the squeak of sneakers on wood is high pitched and grating. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to calm my nerves. My team is crowded closely around me as we wait for the buzzer to go off, and signal the beginning of the fourth quarter. Everyone is silent. I can feel the waves of anticipation and fear coming off of my teammates.”10 seconds left ladies” I announced. We all put our hands in the middle of the circle. Someone’s hands are trembling. “Team on three, 1.2.3” “Team!” We all shouted. The buzzer went off as the final quarter of basketball semifinals began, and we were up by 12 points.
We were a strong team and we played well together, but we were second in our division, and the team we were playing was first in theirs. I took another deep breath and jogged to my defensive spot. Someone threw the ball in bounds, and I went into autopilot. My teammates pushed themselves harder than I have ever seen. Many of us had pulled muscles in the second quarter, but our team was small and we could not step out and rest. It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe. Every intake of breath burned in my lungs and my vision was blurring, but I kept going. Slowly our opponents gained on us, until we were tied. I wanted to stay in the game, but I knew I wasn't helping my team by staying on the court in the state I was in. There was only 40 seconds left, but when you're playing basketball every ten seconds feels like a hour. Our coach called a timeout and my teammates jogged off the court. Despair was etched in our features. “You've been neck and neck with this team all game. If you can hold them for 40 more seconds you can win.” The buzzer went off and I watched them stumble on the court from the bench.
Almost immediately the other team made a freethrow putting them in the lead by one. My heart was in my throat and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. trapped in my own body,I watched my team feeling helpless. Every time we scored they scored. I saw my teammates give up one by one. Soon I gave up too. There was only 7 seconds left. The entire team floated around on the court like half deflated balloons. What if ‘swirl around in my head while I watch the other team smile and high five each other. What if I had made my freethrow, what if I had stayed in the game? When the game is finally over, and the final buzzer sounds the one sliver of hope I didn't know I had slipped away. Each member of the team numbly shook the other teams hands and tonelessly uttered “good game”
When I went home that night the feeling of helplessness turned into one of frustration and irritation. I blamed my teammates,my coach, and the referees. I thought “Maybe if coach had run another play, or if the referee had’nt called that foul, we would have won,” However I can't control what my teammates or the referee does.All I can do is take this experience and grow from it.The next time we had practice I asked my coach what I could work on to become a better basketball player.I started doing ball handling drills in the basement, and I worked out every weekend.When my teammates saw me getting better they wanted to get better too. As a whole team we got faster and stronger, our coached was amazed at the change.When the season was finally over every person on the team had improved greatly.Next year we knew we were going to beat that team.